Clock is ticking
Stopping for none
Every thought, deed, action
Is recorded.
As each passing moment
slips in the ocean of life
It ticks me off
And I sit and think.
Hold, grip, grasp the time
I am in a happy place
Family, friends,
Let me be.
But, I, the being, born on time..
Struggled time after time
And in time I will know
Living is not lost time.
And I wait for the day..
When it will be about time...
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